"…Not bad," Lin Zhaoyue muttered, but she wasn't done.
She pulled the hairpin from her hair, letting her hair fall loose down her back.
With a flick of her will, the vines coiled tightly around the beast.
A slow smile spread across her lips as she spoke,
"Heavenly Timber—First Form: Wood Explosion~"
The vines detonated in rapid succession.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The stone shell ruptured, fragments blasting outward.
Moments later, the battlefield was swallowed by dust.
Lin Zhaoyue watched patiently as the dust slowly settled.
The battlefield came back into view bit by bit. At a glance, the most striking sight was the blood splattered across the ground.
Then the full figure of Xuanwu emerged—its shell cracked, its body bloodied.
Huff… puff…
Its breathing was ragged and uneven.
Yet it still stood, albeit barely.
"Looks like you tanked that pretty well," she said lightly. "But let's see how you handle the next attack."
